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A Crimson Boquet
I'm too poor for flowers
so I'll bleed roses from my arms
I could sit in this room for hours
and write about your grace and charm
But I only have moments
before your boquet bleeds me dry
Promise me you won't go to my funeral
I'd hate for them to see me cry
so I'll bleed roses from my arms
I could sit in this room for hours
and write about your grace and charm
But I only have moments
before your boquet bleeds me dry
Promise me you won't go to my funeral
I'd hate for them to see me cry
Published 7th Nov 2012
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7th Nov 2012 12:05pm
"I'm too poor for flowers
so I'll bleed roses from my arms"
It's a good write Michael, but these two lines - this statement- a definite favorite.
so I'll bleed roses from my arms"
It's a good write Michael, but these two lines - this statement- a definite favorite.
7th Nov 2012 12:29pm
7th Nov 2012 12:59pm
To one set of thinkers I feel this one may be too demotivating. However, this one is a masterpiece whatsoever belief of thought the same one may reflect and you win my dear. I once have experienced that way even though now I am on the other side of the boat. Time travels, audience changes but art always sparkles.
12th Jun 2013 4:31am
After reading this a few times, I tried to distinguish a stanza that spoke to me the most, but couldn't because the entire poem is just perfect and true. I love it.
